Elariana
My hands slip in the blood. No matter how hard I try, no matter how tightly I press the wound, my fingers refuse to obey, as if my body has suddenly forgotten what it is supposed to do. The red soaks into my clothes, my forearms, the stones beneath us, and with every breath I panic more.
“No… no…” I keep repeating as I lean over Lysa. “Look at me, please… I’m here… I’m here…”
My voice breaks, and no matter how hard I try to stay strong, the sobbing forces its way out. The girl’s skin is cold. Too cold. Julie’s hands shake as she tries to help, and I see the same terror in her eyes that I feel inside myself.
“Keep pressure on it!” someone shouts from behind us—maybe a healer, maybe a warrior, I don’t even know. “We’re almost there!”
But it’s not fast enough for me. My chest ti
